EMINEM - My Dad's Gone Crazy lyrics

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*Tuning Tv*

*Eminem Snortin' Crack

Tv Presenter:

Hello boys and girls

Today we're gonna talk about father and daughter relationships

Do you have a daddy?

I'll bet you do

*Door opens*

Who's your daddy?


Daddy, what're you doing?

Beat starts


Ha Ha!

Eminem & Hailie:

Ok then! Everybody, listen up!


I'm goin' to hell, who's comin' with me?


(innocently) Somebody, PLEASE help him!


I think my dad gone crazy!

Verse 1:

There's no mountain I can't climb

There's no tower too high,

No plane that I can't learn how to fly

What do I gotta do to get through to you, to show you

There ain't nothin' I can't take this chainsaw to

*Hailie Makes Chainsaw Sound*

Fuckin' brain's brawn, and brass balls

I cut 'em off, I got 'em pickled and bronzed in a glass jar

Inside of a hall, with my framed autograph,

Sunglasses with Elton John's name, on my drag wall

I'm out the closet, I been lyin' my ass off

All this time, me and Dre been fuckin' with hats off


Suck it Marshall!


Tell Laura and her husband to back off

Before I push this muthafuckin' button and blast off

And launch one of these Russians, and that's all

*Hailie Makes Explosion Sound*

Blow every fuckin' thing, except Afghanistan on the map, off

When will it stop, when will I knock the crap off


Hailie, tell 'em baby


My dad's lost it



There's really nothin' else to say I, I can't explain it


I think my dad gone crazy!


A little help from Hailie Jade, won't you tell 'em baby


I think my dad gone crazy!


There's nothin' you could do or say, that could ever change me


I think my dad gone crazy!


There's no one on earth that can save me, not even Hailie


I think my dad gone crazy!

Verse 2:

It's like my mother always told me

*Eminem Impersinates His Mom*

Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe, n codeine n goddammit, you little motherfucker

If you ain't got nothin' nice to say then don't say nothin'


Fuck that shit, bitch, eat a motherfuckin' dick

Chew on a prick, and lick a million muthafuckin' cocks per second

I'd rather put out a muthafuckin' gospel record

I'd rather be a pussy-whipped bitch, eat pussy

And have pussy-lips glued to my face with a clit-ring in my nose

Then quit bringin' my flows, quit givin' me my ammo

Can't you see why I'm so mean? If y'all leave me alone, this wouldn't be my M.O.

I wouldn't have to go eenie meenie minie mo

Catch a homo by his toe, man, I don't know no more

Am I the only fuckin' one who's normal any more?




Verse 3:

My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise

And at the same time, make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme

So what you're seein' is a genius at work

Which to me isn't work, so it's easy to misinterpret it at first,

'Cuz when I speak, it's tongue in cheek

I'd yank my fuckin' teeth before I'd ever bite my tongue

I'd slice my gums, get struck by fuckin' lightnin' twice at once

And die and come back as Vanilla Ice's son

And walk around the rest of my life spit on

And kicked and hit with shit, every time I sung

Like R. Kelly as soon as "bump n' grind" comes on

More pain inside o' my brain, than in the eyes of a little girl inside of a


Aimed at the World Trade, standin' on Ronnie's grave,

Screamin' at the sky, the clouds gather it's Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade

And that's pretty much the jist of it,

Parents are pissed, but the kids love it

Nine millimeter, heater's stashed and two-seaters with meat cleavers

I don't blame you, I wouldn't let Hailie listen to me neither







You're funny daddy!

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